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Little Doll

I seek you moth girl,

there are hopes masked

behind doors in our mind

touches, intrusions

that felt like Fear 

Frozen Little Doll

 

It’s where you still solicit,

Part Me, Part Him

God’s Steward dismantled

drowning under sheets

and adult whims

Fragments of sin

 

I ask you to come home

dance with me again, 

you are swimming of reach

in the same mind

but glassy eyed

Forgetting your memories

psychechildabusepersonalities

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